Tin Man (TV miniseries)

Tin Man was a television fantasy miniseries on the Sci-Fi Channel. The story is continuation of L. Frank Baum's fantasy novel, The Wizard of Oz. It gives the story a science fiction/fantasy steampunk emphasis and gives only allusive references to the original story.

Glitch: Up here? Little anklebiters thought it might be funny to keep me hanging around. Loosen that rope and I might have the last laugh! [gives DG a hopeful look, who hesitates] C'mon doll, if mom and pop really are on the route to Central City, then you're falling further and further behind.

DG: You know the way?

Glitch: Sure! But it's kinda hard to give directions from up here. Unless you have a better offer?

DG: ...What the hell? [loosens rope]

Glitch: Hey, you aren't so hot on first glance either, honey! [pause] I-is there a problem?

DG: Oh, um... Your zipper's undone.

Glitch: Oh! Didn't mean to offend! Gotta be careful not to lose your marbles. But, since the sorceress made her medicos take mine... well, you flick the abucus.

DG: Why would they take your brain?

Glitch: Because of what I know. Or used to know. Whatever it was. [pause] Name's Glitch! On account of sometimes my synapses don't fire right. Sometimes my synapses don't fire right.

DG: You just said that.

Glitch: [blank look] Did I? [grin] There you go, Glitching again!

DG: [bemused smile] And here I was thinking this nightmare couldn't get any weirder.

Glitch: This isn't a nightmare. This is the O.Z. Used to be a piece of heaven too. Before Azkadee got her claws into it.

DG: [realization] Azkadellia! Sorceress of darkness!

Glitch: [nod] Mm.

DG: Village raider. Brain thief.

Azkadellia: How is it that a young unarmed girl in a party dress eludes the toughest division in my army?

Azkadellia: Why? Because with a little re-wiring I was able to aquire the things I have missed out on for too long? A father's love, a mother's affection.

Azkadellia: Oh DG. My lovely little sister. That was the wrong... answer. Now we do it your way. Remember this: the next time I snuff out your insignificant little life, there will be no one standing by to save you.

DG: Are you clear?

Mystic Man: I've never been clearer. It's all coming back to me now. My troubled childhood, a long life of scholarly pursuit and my brief but glamorous foray in show business. Though that part's a bit hazy.

Tutor: Azkadellia.

Azkadellia: In the flesh. A little older, a lot smarter and most definitely still in charge.

Tutor: Nothing like a bloody coup to win the hearts and minds of the people. What do you want?

Azkadellia: I want the very thing you've dedicated your feeble life to: magic my friend. Those who can't do teach, right? Your freedom in exchange for your help.

Little Girl: [crying] Help me.

Young DG: Our mother's not far away. We'll go get her.

[The little girl transforms into the Evil Witch of the Dark]

'Evil Witch of the Dark:NO. Ohhhhhh, the magic is strong in you. Let go. LET GO!